Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Redecorating Snippyville - Walking Sticks

Snippyville, my studio, has always woefully been a ragtag, yet beloved, workspace. During my 2 month recovery from foot surgery, I spent a bit of time down there trying to figure out how to fix it up. It is still in flux, but there are a lot of changes in the works.

I have had my father's and grandfather's walking sticks for 25 years. I also have a couple of my own. They have never been displayed, though I have always wanted to show them off. Yesterday, I decided to hang them up. Something seems to still be lacking, but I like the idea.

Here is my Dad's walking stick. It was made for him by a friend of the family. Daddy was an outdoorsman, so the stick is woodburned with funny images of outdoors adventures.

The smallest stick is PaPa's walking stick. He was a little man of Irish descent. I always think of his walking stick as a leprechaun's shillelagh.

The last two are mine. They are both unfinished. I need to stain the one on the right and the one in the middle on the left needs a little more flouish.

5 comments:

I love these!(I had the idea years ago to make glass walking sticks- the idea that the journey can sometimes be fragile, or something like that… I pictured them hung on the wall, just as you have done with your real ones. I don't blow glass, so I'm not sure how I was planning on making them…) :D

What a treasure. How fabulous that you have saved these for so many years and the wood burning is so unusual. I'm always on the lookout for saplings that become wrapped around with vine because they make the best twisted walking sticks don't you think? I never have a saw with me though.